He - who prospered thanks to the feud, <br />Was favored with the title of a henchman, <br />The false glory became a tombstone <br />To the wall mouldered by centuries. <br /> <br />Thanks to the free will of his protector, <br />He adapted himself to the hard times, <br />His life “inspired” with the evil thoughts <br />By the court-poets was prized… <br /> <br />They, too, gained profit from that, <br />Were awarded their cherished “prize”, <br />Their deceitful souls stormed and raged, <br />They thought themselves “great and wise.” <br /> <br />The coward called our truth a farce, <br />The ambiguous thing he said: <br />“The creator seems your warrantor, <br />Otherwise, you’d have lost your head…” <br /> <br />27.09.2002 <br /> <br />Translated from Georgian<br /><br />Janri Gogeshvili<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-creator-is-your-warrantor/
